I’m agreeing with you, Doobieous. For a little background, I am a Christian, although one who is in a bit of blob phase of her faith. I find myself rethinking certain beliefs, and have been changing quite a few of them.
About 8 years ago, I was a fundamentalist–and most disturbingly, proud to call myself that–and it truly seemed to be rooted in Being Right. Notsomuch being right so I can prove you wrong and thus be better than you (although that wasn’t completely banished from thought), but so that I could Know. There are questions about life that we all share, and that we all will simply never know the answer to on this side of existence. Those who say they do may believe with all their oompth, but fact of the matter is, no one has ontological, scientific, measurable proof. And thus, the wars begin. Most people want something to believe in and do; challenge it with differing beliefs, and it can be very disturbing to them. They have to be right–because the contrary would dismantle their world as they have come to understand it.
I am actually very quiet about my faith these days, due to its state of flux. Yet, I also refrain from witnessing/etc. because I believe that people in any religion are in search of Truth and what is Right, and it is not my place to tell them their journey is wrong. Even Mother Theresa said she loved all religions, because they were a search for God. It is arrogant for me to make any such judgment.
My sister is very, very much a fundamentalist, and as a result, no one in the family can have much of a conversation with her about anything spiritual/moral/ethical/even scientific, because it degenerates into debate. Well, not much of a debate–she more or less covers her ears and blurts out various Christian cliches and platitudes, to such an extent that she cuts us off. She doesn’t even want to hear the other (or heck, any other) side.
Catmarie, I almost want to apologize to you. I know I have not said or passed judgment on you directly, but my previous attitude just irritates (and shames) me. It’s knowing what I would have thought about you then simply because you were Catholic–despite the fact that I do not think that now–that makes me want to apologize. So, heck, I am sorry.
Wait a minute, this is the Pit. What am I doing apologizing and being nice? SHIT! FUCK! ASSWIPE! SUCK DICK! There, that’s more like it!
“Me fail English? That’s unpossible!”
“English? Who needs that? I’m never going to England.”